He was in scarlet, and wore his great wig; and he talked behind his hand, with what seemed a great deal of merriment to Mr.
Justice Bertue, who sat on one side of him, and the Recorder Jeffreys who sat upon the other.

He had very heavy brows; his face was clean-shaven, and his mouth was like a trap when he shut it, and looked grave, as he did so soon as the clerk had done his formalities.

He was a strong man, I thought, who would brook no opposition, and would have his way--as indeed he did; and the rest of my Lords had little or no say in the proceedings; and least of all had the jury, except to do what the Lord Chief Justice bid them.
The three prisoners--for Mr.Whitbread and Mr.Fenwick were presently withdrawn to be tried later, since they could not get two false witnesses against them at that time--were Mr.Ireland, Mr.Grove and Mr.
Pickering, and I looked upon them with infinite compassion, to see how they would bear themselves.

Mr.Pickering I had never seen before; so I could not tell whether or no he bore himself as usual.

But the two others I had seen again and again; yet, with respect to them both I remembered principally that occasion when Mr.Ireland had entertained his mother and sister in Mr.Fenwick's lodging on that one night he was in town, and gone off with them into the dark so merrily; and Mr.Grove had brought up the chocolate in white cups, and we had all been merry together.